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By the time light started creeping through his bedroom window, Melou was already cranky. He hadn’t slept and spent the last few hours with a sleeping girl draped over his chest. Normally he wouldn’t have minded that, but if he wasn’t going to sleep, he figured he should at least get out and do something.
“Bri.” He lifted the shoulder directly beneath her. “Move over. Getting up.” His only answer was a sleepy groan and then she snuggled closer. He rolled his eyes. “Come on, move.”
“’s not proper mornin’ yet.” She grumbled in reply.
“Close enough.” He gave her a push. “Go on.”
Briallen made a face and rolled over enough to let him up, stifling a yawn. “Did ye sleep at all?”
“No.” Melou swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched his arms out in front of him.
“Why not? What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine.”
Sitting up slowly, she pushed her hair out of her face and blinked groggily at him. “No, yer not. Ye didn’ get no sleep and ye’ve been moody for days now. Been a right bear, y’have.”
“I said I’m fine.” Angrily, he grabbed the nearest shirt and started pulling it over his head. “I have to get to training.”
“Won’ matter if ye miss a day. Ye’ve done it afore and ye need some sleep, a’least.” Briallen crawled to his side and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Come back to bed.”
He brushed her away. “You need to get to work.”
“Been good. I can stand th’trouble from missin’ one meal.” Relentlessly, she tugged at his arm. “Ye need to sleep an’ ye need to relax an’ not worry ‘bout anyone or anythin’ other than ye gettin’ properly rested.”
Melou didn’t move, but he didn’t push her away again, either. “And if I don’t?”
“Then yer gonna hurt someone without meanin’ to, or get yerself hurt.” She spoke gently, reaching over to stroke his cheek. “Stand too close to th’edge long enough, yer gonna fall an’ I don’ want that t’happen to ye.”
He said nothing, shoulders sagging, because dammit, she was right. Defeated, he let her pull him back onto the bed and settled in with an arm around her waist and his head lying on her stomach. It was only a few minutes later, with Briallen humming softly and stroking his hair, that he finally fell asleep.
“Bri.” He lifted the shoulder directly beneath her. “Move over. Getting up.” His only answer was a sleepy groan and then she snuggled closer. He rolled his eyes. “Come on, move.”
“’s not proper mornin’ yet.” She grumbled in reply.
“Close enough.” He gave her a push. “Go on.”
Briallen made a face and rolled over enough to let him up, stifling a yawn. “Did ye sleep at all?”
“No.” Melou swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched his arms out in front of him.
“Why not? What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine.”
Sitting up slowly, she pushed her hair out of her face and blinked groggily at him. “No, yer not. Ye didn’ get no sleep and ye’ve been moody for days now. Been a right bear, y’have.”
“I said I’m fine.” Angrily, he grabbed the nearest shirt and started pulling it over his head. “I have to get to training.”
“Won’ matter if ye miss a day. Ye’ve done it afore and ye need some sleep, a’least.” Briallen crawled to his side and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Come back to bed.”
He brushed her away. “You need to get to work.”
“Been good. I can stand th’trouble from missin’ one meal.” Relentlessly, she tugged at his arm. “Ye need to sleep an’ ye need to relax an’ not worry ‘bout anyone or anythin’ other than ye gettin’ properly rested.”
Melou didn’t move, but he didn’t push her away again, either. “And if I don’t?”
“Then yer gonna hurt someone without meanin’ to, or get yerself hurt.” She spoke gently, reaching over to stroke his cheek. “Stand too close to th’edge long enough, yer gonna fall an’ I don’ want that t’happen to ye.”
He said nothing, shoulders sagging, because dammit, she was right. Defeated, he let her pull him back onto the bed and settled in with an arm around her waist and his head lying on her stomach. It was only a few minutes later, with Briallen humming softly and stroking his hair, that he finally fell asleep.